Zone B -- Forest

[Enel]

I roll up into the safehouse, and there’s only one other guy. Grimdark McCoy. He sneers at me most grimdarkly and gives a speech about not caring who I am. I just stare-open mouthed as his leather coat – I shit you not – whips past me.

“Well that was weird,” I observe aloud. It occurs to me to take a snapshot of him as he walks away and upload it to twitter.

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GodEnel
Check out this picture I took of one of my ‘competition’. Anyone willing to bet he’s got a tragic past?

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GodEnel
Do you think he bleaches his hair white, or is it the result of a traumatic experience? Dead girlfriend, maybe?

The responses pour in. Some of them nice. Some of them …

“’Ey, what the fuck?!”

Some people are telling me I’m not a God?!

I growl and start to type furiously.

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GodEnel
@Assholes Hey, assholes, want to come and say that shit to my face? When the new world comes, you’re going to be pig fertilizer.

I sneer and hit ‘send’. Cocky shits, hiding behind their computers. Well, the world isn’t infinite. I will track them down and kill them. Maybe after this competition is over.

I sip the water before cracking my neck and rolling my shoulders, still uncomfortably aware of the metal collar. “Welp,” I say aloud. “Better get back to it, then.”

Leaving SH B, going to B14